So, it's Saturday and that's a day of rest if you work all week and if you don't, well, then I guess you should try to do a few things around the house. (My internal thinking only.)

I started with the laundry which can be done any day of the week it seems. I carried over into the cedar closet thinking 'just what IS in there?' And so it began. I decided that it was time to 'part' with some of those clothes but found out it was more HIS than HERS. Oh, well, that's easy to decide on for me! Just as I was thinking this was going to be easier than I thought, I heard footsteps upstairs and wouldn't you know it, he was home. "What's happening, Bushkey?"(his pet name for me). Well, I thought at first I might just say "Oh, I'm cleaning out a few things of mine" which would have generated lots of excitment on his part. But instead, I went with "You have so many clothes!" (wrong thing to say). And so it began...

I can't believe how much stuff was in that cedar closet. Things I didn't even remember putting in there. It is possible that I didn't put it all in there myself but the majority of things I knew about. Next question, what do I do with it all? To start with, I took everything out (big mistake)! Then I vacuumed it all out and started 'the sort'. Well, I do have big piles now of 'throw out', 'give away', 'wash for myself' and "discuss with the big guy". Many things I just couldn't give away without washing them again one more time. The cedar smell was too strong (or whatever smell that is). Actually, they weren't that bad but one more quick wash won't hurt them either. Of course, that did extend the time I spent downstairs going through stuff.

Finally, I put things back that I was not sure of and the closet is still full. I had taken out so much to give away or garbage that it didn't make sense to me that it could still be so full. Kind of like those sweater bags you see on t.v. where you remove the air and you have more room to pack more sweaters? Same kind of idea but without the bag! Anyway, it was not a total loss as I was able to kill one more spider which had secured itself a home in the back corner of the cedar closet. Ughhhhhhhh I hate spiders!

So, I am back upstairs thinking now about all the ironing I have to do. Did I make more work for myself? Yes, but at least I feel like I tried (one more time) to clean up and clear out the basement. On a cursory look, nothing has changed. However, I know I spent 4-1/2 hours down there going through stuff so that has got to account for something in the world of 'hoarding'.

I now have to go to the shopping centre to pick up a Gift Certificate for a friend as a baby gift on behalf of all our Stephen Ministers. I hope I can keep my eyes focused 'straight ahead' on Customer Service and NOT deviate into one of the ladies' shops. Oh goodess, I can almost hear the clothes calling to me now ...